: People Don’t Be For Yourself ()

There is a saying that goes: There are always people who want to fight first, and then there are guns in the world!

In order to kill, the magician devoted all his energy to research magic potions. It can be an auxiliary potion to help improve strength, a magic pill that can bring about resurrection, or a superb poison that can kill all the things.

I don’t know how many missiles are waiting to be launched every day in this world, nor how many missiles are aimed at the land of my life, but I can’t ignore them. Even though I know I will die, I must never wait until the end to struggle and shake my neck on the beheading platform. All I can do is to do is to add everything that can assist in the unpredictable future. Just as all countries want to deploy missile defense skynets, this is definitely not an unfair worry!

We are all rookies and are unable to challenge Stoke. It is even more impossible to bargain. It makes him annoyed and kills people at any time. The only thing I can rely on is the glimmer of hope in panic and helplessness lies in the "potion refining technique"!

I recalled the introduction of "The Necromancer" again in my mind, thinking about how it would help this mission:

"The Necromancer's Guide, the legendary medicine guide made by collecting the resentment of the dead in the human world, is extremely attractive to the evil spirits of death!"

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a poison that can kill a big guy like Stoke.

The key is the dosage. A good medicine can also turn into a murderous poison if you use the wrong dose, let alone a rare medicine.

I have read all the story materials of "Divine Realm" and know that potion refining is a very rigorous science in the Divine Realm Continent. It involves all aspects: saving lives, helping wounds, treating, assisting, and highly toxic... countless. Many potion refining masters can also study new formulas according to their own potion system. The development of potion is lush and leaves, which is as if comparable to alchemy. However, it is still rare to hear about potion developed in order to lure evil spirits, such as "The Induction of the Necromancer", which is developed to lure evil spirits.

A small amount of the Necromancer will be a beautiful food for the evil spirits. Once the dose is too large, it will become a "super temptation bomb" that harms the evil spirits. As long as it is broken, all the evil spirits around will be snatched like crazy. Faced with the surging tide of evil spirits like a flood, the danger can be imagined.

The magic of the Death Summoning Ritual requires the Necromancer as a medicine to lure powerful evil spirits to tear open the soul world channel. If the Necromancer citation is too much, the blow to the magic test will be fatal. Even if the experiment is not destroyed, Stoke will not lead the nose completely.

In this evil mission, our shortcomings are that we cannot master the initiative. All the mission information is to take action first and then report it, and life, death and death are all in Stoke's thoughts.

All the consequences in evil tasks are unpredictable. We need to master some initiative, and fortunately, after the experimental task really comes, we can strive for more chances of victory. The grass mustard scholar, arrows on the strings, hatred and tears are all smart people. What a temptation to master the initiative in such a critical task? So they can agree to my plan.

I have settled it. Except for the blood skull skulls, there is no such thing as here, most of the seventy-two formula materials, which we keep collecting on weekdays.

So we acted separately, quietly searching these materials without attracting Stoke's attention, and avoiding being selected in advance for experiments.

How can I avoid being selected in advance?

The decision-making power is not in our hands. All we can do is to help Stoke first select people who failed the mission or made mistakes, and add as much as possible to the number of people who experiment as possible, so it is inevitable to extend the magic claws to other players.

If a person does not commit suicide for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth, I need time!

"Widow Village Cadre" is a player of the Hell clan's law system. He was sentenced to be a fallen person just because he chose the Sky Holy Domain Alliance that did not belong to the Hell clan, and was assigned to a dark town like Sparta with a mixed dragon and snake, and a rival camp. He knew that this evil mission was not easy to do, and even thought about taking the initiative to find someone to discuss the next step, but all the players on the island suddenly became more wary from the moment they went to the island.

Because everyone knows that if there are successful people in this mission, they will definitely be the ones who will live to the end. Everyone is the absolute protagonist in their consciousness. To put it bluntly, selfishness is human nature. If you can encounter such a rare evil mission, what is impossible?

Persist, persevere, as long as you persist to the end, you will be the winner.

He received a repetitive task "Collect the blood crystals of the Vampire Demon Mosquito".

In the dim basement, there is a fine wire cage covered with magic nets. There are hundreds of parrot-sucking demon mosquitoes flying up and down, buzzing. The flesh and blood of the monsters fed them on the ground had long been eaten up. They sucked blood and meat, and secreted a strange blood-colored crystal.

If a widow village cadre wants to enter, he needs to apply a configured potion on his body to drive away the vampire mosquito. This potion contains the breath of a powerful superior, and is made of the saliva of a third-level flame mad lion. Collecting these saliva of a flame mad lion is also a patient job. Stoke is focusing on his experiments, so of course he can't collect it, so this is naturally another "collecting task".

Village cadres need the flame breath contained in the potion to drive away the vampire mosquitoes. However, this deworming potion is not easy to store, and long-term exposure to the air will gradually reduce the medicinal properties, so they are fixed in the storage cabinet in the basement.

Following the last step, the Widow Village Cadre did a smooth job and opened the magic cage without any doubt. When the vampire mosquito saw him, he had already habitually avoided the corner, as if he had seen a giant beast in the wilderness.

The village cadres skillfully found blood crystals on the ground, picked them up with tweezers, and put them in a bottle.

But the vampire mosquitoes soon became confused. For some reason, it seemed that the "big beast" of the prehistoric beast suddenly became very weak today, and they began to fly restlessly. The village cadres quickly collected thirty, and when they turned around, they were stunned. They saw more than a hundred ferocious mosquitoes as big as parrots on their heads staring at him, flashing their wings and making a buzzing sound.

"ah--"

The miserable screams quickly spread far from the quiet island. A blood mist was squeezing in the basement, and a large number of vampire mosquitoes hovered into a black torrent and swooped towards them...Stoke's face was gloomy, he glanced at the bloody ground in the basement, picked up the bottle of deworming potion that rolled into the corner and sniffed it a few times. His eyebrows were locked, "There is something wrong with this bottle of potion. The saliva of the flame mad lion was added to the saliva of the flames, so that it had no effect." As he said that, he suddenly turned his head toward us.

"Who configured this bottle of anti-worming potion?"

An uneasy feeling immediately emerged in the crowd. Seeing Stoke's gaze swept towards him, "Sand Stone" had to go beyond the crowd and debut: "Teacher, I took this potion task, but the saliva of the Fire Mad Lion was collected by him." As he said that, he pointed to the "big packet of red dates" standing not far away.

"Damn, what do you mean? When I handed my saliva to you, it would be 100% of the fire lion's saliva. If you fail to configure it yourself, don't push it on me."

A large bag of red dates, just by looking at this name, you can see that the person is molested. When he was blamed, he immediately turned against him and pushed him up in a fierce manner.

"How do I know if it is really 100%. Do you think so? You shouldn't be lazy. You spit in a few spits. Then you want to hide behind you and watch me make a mistake. That's what you think, right?"

Sand and stones are not good at slapping, and their sarcastic tone can make people angry to death.

The big bag of red dates twitched his skin hard and punched Shashitou, "Don't you, whoever spits out the spit will die." Hearing this, the arrow huddled in the crowd immediately turned weird.

"Enough!"

Stock yelled, this experiment is very important to him. At this critical moment, he didn't want any other misses, "Forget this matter, I don't want to see something like today happen again."

However...will forget it?

This is not a place where mistakes are allowed.

The matter is not over yet. After the widow village cadres were eliminated and died, players on the island made big or small mistakes in the mission. It’s not that they are not careful, but that things always happen in the process of submitting the mission. After that, it’s impossible to find any reason, so they can only bear the results themselves. That night, including the sand stones that have already been said to be cleared, and the large bag of red dates were all selected.

There are only 20 players left in the team. At this speed, 8 more people will be reduced tomorrow and 8 more people the day after tomorrow. In the end, only 4 players will be able to escape from the "Hell Island" and then soar into the sky?
Chapter completed!